Sticky, wet disgusting air wrapped around me keeping me awake. Moonlight seeped through the cracks of my home. Summer in the South is a haven for every critter and creature, every insect and pest. The words of all is the Master of my plantation, Mr. Middleton. I lived here – or I should say that I survive here. I was tired- tired as a worn out ol’ mouse that barely survived a chase with a cat. It has been a long day working in the fields. My long hair clung to my neck like molasses.
The air clung to me like a wet blanket, the air that was as hot and humid as any South Carolina noontime day. The moonlight filtered in through cracks in my cabin walls. I could not sleep in the miserable place. The Middleton Plantation was no happy home. After a full day working in the blazing sun of the North Meadow Field, I was exhausted. I plucked a cotton thorn out of my long skirt. Aaah! I wish this part of my life would finally be over.
Sticky, wet disgusting air wrapped around me keeping me awake. Moonlight seeped through the cracks of my home. Summer in the South is a haven for every critter and creature, every insect and pest. The words of all is the Master of my plantation, Mr. Middleton. I lived here – or I should say that I survive here. I was tired- tired as a worn out ol’ mouse that barely survived a chase with a cat. It has been a long day working in the fields. My long hair clung to my neck like molasses.
The air clung to me like a wet blanket, the air that was as hot and humid as any South Carolina noontime day. The moonlight filtered in through cracks in my cabin walls. I could not sleep in the miserable place. The Middleton Plantation was no happy home. After a full day working in the blazing sun of the North Meadow Field, I was exhausted. I plucked a cotton thorn out of my long skirt. Aaah! I wish this part of my life would finally be over.